A/N: I'm just writing this because I need a change of pace from my other
story. I figure I'll give this story a chapter or two and see what people
think. If I get good reviews then I'll continue writing this, if not, it
goes into my never to be seen again pile. And one last thing, I know this
will be hard to understand at first, but all will be explained in due time.
The Blooming Truth
It was a cold December night, but inside CIA's headquarters people didn't seem to mind, especially two of them. Sauron was head of the entire department, and he had been chasing a criminal for quite some time now. He assigned one of his men to make the hit on this guy. The agent's name was Aragorn. They were in Sauron's office discussing the details of his mission. "The man's name is Boromir, and as you probably know he was the guy who assassinated the president last month. We've tracked him to this location." Sauron gave him the address of a house not to far from here, Aragorn just nodded and he went on. "You'll only have a short period of time before he takes off again so you'll have to make this quick and clean. Once he's dead, dispose of the body and get back here with proof that he's dead."
Aragorn studied the address for a moment and then replied. "I'm on it." And he walked out the door.
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Aragorn pulled up to the street with the address of where Boromir was supposedly spending the night. The lights were on; he slowly approached the house pulling out his handgun. He didn't know what to suspect, he had only started this job a couple of months ago. He wondered why he was picked for the job; I guess they didn't want to lose anyone valuable to the company. Aragorn was at the front door; he could here the Television on in the background. He took a deep breath and broke down the door running in. "Freeze!"
A man emerged from the bathroom halfway through shaving. "What's all this commotion abo-?"
But before Boromir could finish his sentence, Aragorn was firing shots into his stomach. He used an entire round to make sure he was dead. Blood was everywhere, so he dragged the body outside and threw it into the sewer. He was too tired to give it a proper burial somewhere, why should he? He killed the president. So Aragorn went back inside and used the bathroom to wash off all the blood he had on him. He headed back out and went to his car, he hoped no one heard all the commotion going on in there. It wouldn't sit to well with the boss after he told him that it had to be quick, neat, and above all silent. Aragorn just decided to head home to his wife and get a good nights sleep before work in the morning. Though he did not forget to pick up evidence of Boromir's death, he found a remarkable looking ring on his finger. He seemed to be drawn to it, like a bee to nectar. So he pocketed it and left.
A/N: I know it's short and very weird. But I didn't know if anyone would like it, so I made it a short story. Please review, anything anyone has to say is welcome, praise of flames, it doesn't matter as long as you give me some sort of feedback.
The Blooming Truth
It was a cold December night, but inside CIA's headquarters people didn't seem to mind, especially two of them. Sauron was head of the entire department, and he had been chasing a criminal for quite some time now. He assigned one of his men to make the hit on this guy. The agent's name was Aragorn. They were in Sauron's office discussing the details of his mission. "The man's name is Boromir, and as you probably know he was the guy who assassinated the president last month. We've tracked him to this location." Sauron gave him the address of a house not to far from here, Aragorn just nodded and he went on. "You'll only have a short period of time before he takes off again so you'll have to make this quick and clean. Once he's dead, dispose of the body and get back here with proof that he's dead."
Aragorn studied the address for a moment and then replied. "I'm on it." And he walked out the door.
*********************************************
Aragorn pulled up to the street with the address of where Boromir was supposedly spending the night. The lights were on; he slowly approached the house pulling out his handgun. He didn't know what to suspect, he had only started this job a couple of months ago. He wondered why he was picked for the job; I guess they didn't want to lose anyone valuable to the company. Aragorn was at the front door; he could here the Television on in the background. He took a deep breath and broke down the door running in. "Freeze!"
A man emerged from the bathroom halfway through shaving. "What's all this commotion abo-?"
But before Boromir could finish his sentence, Aragorn was firing shots into his stomach. He used an entire round to make sure he was dead. Blood was everywhere, so he dragged the body outside and threw it into the sewer. He was too tired to give it a proper burial somewhere, why should he? He killed the president. So Aragorn went back inside and used the bathroom to wash off all the blood he had on him. He headed back out and went to his car, he hoped no one heard all the commotion going on in there. It wouldn't sit to well with the boss after he told him that it had to be quick, neat, and above all silent. Aragorn just decided to head home to his wife and get a good nights sleep before work in the morning. Though he did not forget to pick up evidence of Boromir's death, he found a remarkable looking ring on his finger. He seemed to be drawn to it, like a bee to nectar. So he pocketed it and left.
A/N: I know it's short and very weird. But I didn't know if anyone would like it, so I made it a short story. Please review, anything anyone has to say is welcome, praise of flames, it doesn't matter as long as you give me some sort of feedback.